The Day Iwas Born

The day I was born The day I was born the sky was clear with blue scattering, If at all not I have not seen that The day I was born, the air was blowing incessantly If at all not how do I know to bother unnecessarily The day I was born, I hope the earth smelled uniquely If not then also I was not bothered as I had no smell buds developed The day I was born, the water was the only fluid I must have touched But how could I know as the epidermis was not in tune, I had no clue The day I was born, I do not worshipped almighty as there was no meaning to it Or perhaps no one took me to chapel, Temple, Mosque or Guru Dwara As six days birth rituals were observed as told later on by my mother But I should have remembered I was breathing that time with Ida, Pingla and Susumna, For my survival as understood lately Probably not sure of who took care of my great entry to my mother’s lap But all I know is zero, zero and only zero memory prevails till now But yet I survived with all odds and even Then who to thank for all these cosmic phenomena, a million dollar question to my co inhibits….